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[Too $hort]
One time it's by Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boyz
Who we talkin to man, who we talkin to
Any nigga that act like a wha (bitch)
Any any
bitch talk like a bad bitch and go and get he her fix as a habit and a bad bitch go and buy fitch more than average and bad bitches get to take trips with
always cryin' 'bout somethin'?
Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'
Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve
Death from above
Like an eagle in love
With your jugular vein
You're saddled a ride
You're his bitch it's alright
'Cause you get off on the pain
out here to mothafuckin' play
Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?
Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'
Try
I keep a (?) up under
Cause nigga you a blunder
Got rock by the thunder
Cryin to Bun, but he the reason that we done ya
Gave us the word, said we keep
niggas comin' home at night like you son of bitch
Nigga done took me off yeah you shook and soft
You can't blink around no crook
One look you lost
in the rock glass again please
You fucking stupid bitch treat you like garbage kick you in ya fuckin' ass
Come here bitch, put your breath on my
["It's not the way to do it!"]
[gunshots]
["Shut up bitch!"]
["Yeahhhhh boyyyyy!"]
["You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge."]
been the man of my dreams
But you know I got your back to the motherfuckin end
but a bitch can't even trip like she doen't have a friend

[Chorus]
been the man of my dreams
But you know I got your back to the motherfuckin end
but a bitch can't even trip like she doen't have a friend

Chorus
one baby this time it ain't my problem shawty
I can't smell ya
Take him by my momma house girl she'll tell ya
Dat baby don't look like me x9
"she's
you, could be the bitch that even live with you (hoe)
Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned miserable
Cause she want to dress like Bonnie, Robin
at your funeral
The Zig's on my hip with an extra clip
Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6

La-di-da-di
Saturday night and we like
at your funeral
The Zig's on my hip with an extra clip
Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6

La-di-da-di
Saturday night and we like
in this truck
You must be out your mind or somethin
Cryin and whinin like you tired or somethin
Go suck some head until it aches for Bufferin
You
because that's all you on
You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a replica guy (*gunshots fired*)
If he was still alive, you would never get by (for real)
All
ass bitch in Dead Presidents
Add on, the billboard sloan
Check it now, you get the gold dick award
It's like jail, and it's the sixth floor
Test me,
you, could be the bitch that even live with you (hoe)
Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned miserable
Cause she want to dress like Bonnie, Robin
clingin' onto me sobbin' and sighin' 
Sayin' she didn't mean to diss me earlier and she cryin' 
But its real and cats is gettin' killed 
So I hugged her
clingin' onto me sobbin' and sighin' 
Sayin' she didn't mean to diss me earlier and she cryin' 
But its real and cats is gettin' killed 
So I hugged her
street sign like a first-base coach
Heavy on the grind all the fuckin time
Bitch I want a 100 like a Dayton Spoke
Nice guys finish last and stay broke
know how you do
Please make yo killin's clean
Slugs up in between
They eyes, like True Lies
Kill 'em and flee the scene
Just bring back the coke
and then some
Like Trina, you dig
I fucked up and got too attached to the bitch's kid
Knowin that she used the baby to use me
Took him out my life, mentally
forty-five

Slug is bad for your complexion
(Whatta you know?)
The Puto's cryin' like a bitch
Now the Puto's lyin' in a fuckin' ditch

(Whatta you